Pigeon Feathers

Oh my dear
We miss you
pigeon feather,
someone took you 
from under the bench
and thought it funny
to do away with you
or maybe you left
your frostbit heart
seeking refuge
from our cold 
blind shoulder
and now
I do the 
seeking
wishing something
to fill the spot
below the park bench
please don't see 
my petty apology
as late
it was simply
never sent
Now my knees
are patterned 
with the rough 
sidewalk
kneeling before the
parkbench
oh pigeon feather
See how my once chilled
shoulder
now weeps
and folds towards
the park bench
melted with regret
how the pebbles 
pierce my sorry
skin
as I kneel before
your ancient seat
how loneliness has molded
forgotten and cold
And the world
wails
it too has found
the pigeon feathers gone
and the metal man
slows
to cry for the pigeon feathers
maybe you all
Are on the rooftops
Watching
as we lay 
mocking tulips on the 
parkbenches
and light a thousand candles
and the smoke an
uncracked egg
around
the park benches
becayse maybe we haven't
realized yet
The importance
of you
and our apologies
like nesting dolls
that we have not
thought
to brake
to find
the real meaning
The importance 
of you
but if we do
please
let the candle smoke
crack away
oh my dear
pigeon feathers
as the bitter tears
track
rust down our metal
cheeks
And our lips
crystalize in a 
single 
soundless 
scream
and I allow my
hand to cover the
missing papers 
on the telephone poles
in fading hope that
maybe I can reverse what has been
done
please come back
pigeon feather
and see how 
we have prettied your
parkbench with tears
and flowers
oh my dear
we are sorry
oh my dear
we miss you



 

AvaClaire

VT

19 years old

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